Facade of Love

Chapter 96

Chapter 96 Six Weeks, There’s a Heartbeat

I pursed my l*ps. Sophia had told me about her and Benett. They were childfree. She had been with Benett for ten years, and he took all the money she earned. Now, tragically dead, she had truly left with no attachments.

Looking up at the gloomy sky, I turned to Maxwell and asked, “What does marriage really mean to humans? Sophia was with Benett for ten years and endured so much hardship. When they finally had money, Benett found another woman and had a child with her. She was ultimately murdered, and no one even cared for her b*dy. Was her life worth it?”

Maxwell raised an eyebrow and said indifferently, “I don’t know if she thought it was worth it, but I certainly don’t think so. Benett is not a real man. He deserves to be struck by lightning.”

His words amused me, and I laughed. “I thought you men would stand by each other and speak well of each other.”

He gave me a look. “I’m a man, but I’m also a human. Benett isn’t a human. He’s not even an animal.

I glanced at Maxwell and smiled faintly. Sometimes he might seem frivolous, but deep down, he was a person with a strong sense of justice.

Perhaps it was because of his words that my mood improved slightly.

As we got in the car, he drove while I gazed at the scenery flashing by outside the window.

After a while, realizing we were not headed toward Scott Corporation, I looked at him. “Aren’t we going to Scott Corporation?”

He nodded, focusing on the road. “Aunt Deb said you were vomiting badly yesterday, so she asked me to take you to the hospital for a check–up.”

To the hospital!?

I hesitated, but by then, Maxwell had already parked in the hospital’s parking lot.

After getting out of the car, we entered the hospital. Seeing that I registered for gastroenterology, he frowned. “Why are you seeing a gastroenterologist?

houldn’t you be seeing a gynecologist?”

I have a stomachache, so naturally, I should see a gastroenterolo

uttered, “Morning sickness in

gynecologist and get some folic acid.”

I smiled at him. “You seem to know a lot.”

“I had a friend who was pregnant before, so I know a little bit about it.”

I was intrigued and could not help but be a little interested. “A friend who’s pregnant? A girlfriend?” It was hard not to wonder, given his extensive

knowledge.

Realizing he might have said too much, he clicked his tongue. “Just a friend. It’s your turn now, so go ahead.”

People were calling my name at the clinic entrance, so I entered the office.

It was always complicated to see a doctor in a big hospital. After the consultation and various tests, it was already evening. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

With the test results in hand, I re–entered the doctor’s office. The doctor, a middle -aged woman, looked at my reports and said with a furrowed brow, “Ms. Scott, nausea and vomiting are common in pregnant women. Your stomach is perfectly healthy.”

“Pregnant?” I frowned, stunned for a moment. “Doctor, I’m not pregnant. Are you…”

“Not pregnant?” She frowned as she looked at me, then shifted her gaze toward the papers. “Your blood test shows you’re pregnant…” At this point, she looked back at me and said, “You didn’t know you were pregnant?”

Hearing this, I was stunned. Pregnant?

When did this happen?

Walking out of the doctor’s office, Maxwell saw my dazed expression and approached me. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

I shook my head. I handed him all the test reports and hastily registered at the gynecology department…

“Six weeks. The fetus is developing well and already has a heartbeat. If you decide to keep it, you should come to the hospital soon to start prenatal care.”

Listening to the doctor, I was still in a daze.

After responding absentmindedly to the doctor, I left the gynecology department.

to the hospital lobby, holding the ultrasound report, my hands trembled

trollably, I was really pregnant.

Six weeks…

I remembered. A month ago, on the mountaintop, Idris did not use any safety precautions. After coming back from the mountaintop, I was called away by Madam Young. With so much happening afterward, I did not take any measures. either. It must have been then.

“Yvette, what’s wrong with you? What happened?” Maxwell, seeing me clutching the ultrasound report and not speaking, worriedly circled me.

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